DaveFromChicago

Once again: The Habituationists vs. the Pragmatic Realists. After 7.5 years, I still have no idea what the f**k the H'ers are talking about.

Orions Pain: Each morning I wake up a shaking mess because I have no idea what this utterly inconsistent tinnitus will manifest itself as.

To Stanlex: You are so right; hearing aids are touted as a remedy for this as much as eyeglasses are for poor vision (what propaganda).

A definition of habituation: being in a state equivalent to deep pain and pretending that you are not.

To Stanlex: You are entirely correct; it is impossible to compel them to understand just how much of a life-threatening crisis this is.

This morning my T sounds like the harshly dissonant sounds that are used in the soundtrack for horror films.

This morning my T sounds like the harshly

To Lurius: That rage you described has also completely broken through my habituation- defense constructions.

To Orions Pain: My sentiments exactly. I regard this as equivalent to a monstrously cruel injustice, and habituation is loving the enemy.

To musicblue: It's like a Twilight Zone version of "Groundhog Day"; or, "Another repeat day in the Tinnitus Prison System."

To weab00: Somewhere Shakespeare makes this same point. This incapsulates the entire reason why after 7 + years I still cannot habituate.

To Guywithapug: I had the exact same thing happen to me; could it be because of Spring's wildly oscillating barometric pressure changes?

To Kriszti: When I have a bad migraine frequently the tinnitus will disappear for the headache's duration. Perhaps FGG can offer a theory.

To Ava Lugo: "If there is a God, then what the Hell is he for." Faulkner, As I Lay Dying.

To Ava Lugo: "We are as flies to the Gods; They kill us for their sport." Shakespeare, King Lear.

To Orions Pain: After 7 plus years, I concluded that I do not possess the resources to remain even remotely near being emotionally healthy.

To asey20: For me it is Day 2,625.00 (or thereabouts).

Regarding waiting for a cure: Vladimir :"We can't go on like this. Estragon: That's what you think." Samuel Beckett, "Waiting For Godot."

Regarding waiting for a cure:

King Lear : "We are as flies to the Gods; they kill us for their sport." Shakespeare could have meant this about this condition.

To nocticolor: schizophrenia involves phantom voices, and this involves phantom sounds. The brain declares it's own guerilla war on us.

To noticolor: Likewise, I cannot believe how the brain can so determinedly work against us until it destroys us (and in so doing itself).

To musicblue: I "heard" this on You Tube; it inflamed my "listening out awareness" (just what my T needed).

To Zaimon: Given how this has ambushed and ruined all sorts of days, I couldn't have characterized this any better.

To FGG: "The situation of our time surrounds us like a baffling crime" (W. H. Auden) - yesterday an all day spike made me remember this.

To AfroSnowman: Lenire should have at least prevented such a severe spike. Regarding your present situation, did Lenire really do anything?

To GBB: A while ago I read that oxytocin for tinnitus was originally being considered among Medical Researchers in Brazil.

To twa: I was a Property Insurance Adjuster; I would say that moving water has far less of a chance of freezing than does stationary water.

Is it really possible to maintain even a modicum of emotional healthiness with this condition? I can no longer acquire this frame of mind.

To twa: How about the 6th heaviest snowfall in Chicago Weather History? Tinnitus with this isolation is a punishment worthy of Kim Jong-un.